I've been a person imprisoned in a hole of my digging,
A man soldiering through an inferno,
Once a boy toiling in internal neglect,
Also an exhausted swimmer plodding earnestly towards a guiding angel on a shoreline,
Someone who can be a criminal worthy of condemnation,
Someone who can be the guiding angel.
They say it could always be worse,
A matter of fact that doesn't change matters of act,
Because when you live in a world of grey and fog,
There's only length of your visibility.
